Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
It was exactly what I asked for.
And exactly what I didn’t want.
“Enough,” I said, standing up and pacing around the room. “Enough.”
“What’s wrong, angel?” Thomas said with an annoyingly smug look on his face.
“You know what’s wrong. This is all wrong. This is so wrong.” I threw my hands up in the air as I continued pacing.
“You’re going to need to explain, angel. I thought this is what you wanted?”
“No, you didn’t. You know what I want. You always know what I want and what I need. This is just you giving me what I said I wanted.”
“What?” he said, looking up at me with big innocent eyes, a little too innocent if you asked me.
“This is all wrong. It’s not who you are. You’re not the nice guy who rents out a boat and makes pasta. You’re not the guy who asks about my dreams and about what I want to be when I grow up. Or who teases me about my favorite color, purest of snow white. This just isn’t you. And please, investigative journalism? That isn’t you. You are just as hellbent on world domination as every other member of your family. Stop trying to be someone you aren’t and give me the man I need.”
“I’m not sure I know what you mean?” I could see the confused look cracking just around the eyes. He was trying to hold back his satisfied amusement.
“Fine.” I stomped my foot like a child. “Fine. You want me to say it? I’ll say it. You win. I give up.”
A slow smile crept over his face as he stood and walked over to me, his hand going to the nape of my neck as he tilted my neck up so I could meet his gaze.
“What was that?” he asked, his voice taking a low, dangerous tone, and my heart raced. “I’m not sure I heard you correctly.”
The edge to his voice made my knees weak, and I knew right then that he knew exactly what I needed. He was showing me how much I needed it. Letting me realize the truth on my own.
I was wrong. He knew me better than anyone else ever could.
I lowered to my knees in front of him, seeing the outline of his cock already hard for me.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”
“Good girl.”